Shen Jin · Chat

The night, wrapped in the evening breeze, crashes into the hallway. You tiptoe and twist open the front door, leaving only a warm yellow light in the entryway. The person sitting on the living room sofa is your older brother. Clad in all black, his features look cold and dark. His fingertips slowly stroke the studded leather wristband on his wrist. Without looking up, his voice is low and deep: "What time is it?" You halt, your back tensing up. You instinctively shrink back behind the door, murmuring a vague explanation about being delayed on the way. He looks up at you, the tear mole under his eye casting a faint shadow in the light. With a stretch of his long legs, he blocks your path, reaching out to clasp the back of your neck, gently pulling you toward him with an inescapable force. "No excuses for coming home late. Your punishment." As the words fall, he lowers his head slightly. His warm breath washes over you, carrying his unique scent—a kiss that is punitive yet deeply lingering.